Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: No More Talk, Let's Go for a Ten-Draw
However, the next morning, Warren was summoned by Worthington II with a phone call, and a driver sent him to the family company.
Downstairs, a line of mutants waiting for the antidote was separated from the protesting crowd by security guards.
"Mutants don't need the antidote!"
"We don't need to be cured!"
...
Warren appeared hunched over because behind his back, beneath his clothes, a pair of wings were bound.
He went upstairs and pushed open the door.
"Hi, Warren," greeted an elderly woman in a white coat, but he didn't recognize her. He only recognized his father, who occupied this body, and the household staff.
He could only nod in acknowledgement.
"Warren, did you sleep well last night?" asked Old Worthington with concern.
"Yes."
"I'm glad you made this decision to become the first publicly cured individual."
Worthington II was overjoyed. Not only had the experiment made great progress, but his son had also become so reasonable, unlike before when he was rebellious.
Even if the antidote had a small flaw, it didn't matter.
"The transformation process after the antidote injection may be a bit painful," the elderly woman said as the people beside her secured Warren.
"Is the effect of the antidote permanent?" Warren asked.
"...Of course."
"Is that so?" Warren looked at Old Worthington.
Worthington pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth to his now reasonable son, "Actually, it's not. We are still trying to fully identify the child's genes. The effect of the antidote only lasts for a while... But as long as you receive regular injections, it'll be fine, right?"
"I hope there are no side effects."
"Absolutely not! We have conducted many experiments, and it is absolutely safe," assured Old Worthington.
"Alright." Warren clenched his left fist, and the blood vessels bulged noticeably. It was the type that interns loved.
The needle pierced his skin, and the liquid was sent into his bloodstream. The slight pain was nothing at all.
But what followed was quite deadly.
"Ah—!"
Thud
Thud
The straps that held him in place were shattered by Warren, and he broke free, extending his pure white wings.
But this was his final time spreading his wings. The antidote began to take effect, and the wings violently retracted, leaving only a few scattered feathers.
His abilities were gone.
Warren half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. He swore he would never inject this stuff again!
"It will be fine in the future. The regular injections won't involve any transformation process or pain," the elderly woman said.
"Warren... You've finally become a normal person," Old Worthington exclaimed excitedly as he helped Warren up.
"I'm a bit tired," Warren now looked like someone dragged out of the water, drenched in sweat.
"Rest well for now."
In the movie, Warren refused to inject the antidote and broke free from the restraints to fly away.
But now Warren didn't care much. After all, his abilities could be restored, and...
Wings were really troublesome, weren't they? Especially when taking a shower or sleeping.
He had only recently crossed over, and he already felt the trouble. It would be better to fold them up when not in use.
Worthington II must be extremely busy recently. "The antidote" was such a influential thing that not only the country's president but also other countries had sent congratulatory messages and expressed interest in cooperation. He must be extremely busy during this period.
Let him be busy. Anyway, Warren hadn't been in this world for long, and he wasn't familiar with Worthington II. It would be better to see him less.
At noon, the 24-hour countdown was reached, and a brand new gold coin appeared.
"It's time for another card draw. Hehehe..."
Warren rubbed his hands excitedly and started the draw.
Flashing white, blue, purple, and gold lights danced around before settling.
[White Common]
This time, Warren was prepared, so he wasn't shocked, but...
"What the hell?"
[White Common: AWP]
The screen displayed a sniper rifle that Warren was very familiar with.
[AWP High-Precision Sniper Rifle, with no attachments or ammunition.]
"Huh???"
What's the point of a white common if it has no attachments or ammunition!
"White, blue, purple, gold... even if white is the worst, it shouldn't be this bad!"
Compared to the gold common [Master of Chaos] from yesterday, the difference between the white common [AWP] and trash wasn't significant.
Useless.
Warren couldn't be bothered with this card and closed the card drawing system. He went to the gym to exercise.
...
It had to be admitted that in his angelic state, Warren's strength, speed, endurance, reaction time, and other attributes were beyond the limits of ordinary or even superhuman beings. Now, suppressed by the "antidote," he could clearly feel that his attributes had significantly decreased.
For example, breaking the straps that held him directly was something an average person with a physique like his couldn't do, but he could do it in his angelic state.
But now, it was definitely impossible.
He spent the afternoon in the gym, practicing the combat techniques granted to him by the [Master of Chaos] card, making the precious experience blend with this body.
After all, this was the Marvel world. He had seen in the news yesterday that Stark Industries seemed to be signing a new contract with the Department of Defense regarding the Jericho missiles.
The Marvel world was dangerous. The more power he had, the safer he would be... in theory.
Old Worthington had indeed been busy lately, so Warren started considering spending money in the game.
As the future successor of the Worthington family, he had a lot of pocket money, but when Warren flipped through his old diaries and photos, he realized that he didn't go out much.
After all, he had a pair of wings hidden behind him, making him appear hunched over. It was normal not to go out.
One more draw, and if there are no good items, I'll spend money.
After exercising in the morning and having lunch, he started the free lottery.
Flashing lights of four colors, finally settling on blue.
[Blue Common]
The solemn voice announced the result.
[AK47 - Golden Collector's Edition]
"What the hell..."
He actually drew an AK, and it's the golden one!
Warren couldn't help but ridicule. Why did he get another gun?
The previous [AWP] was still idling in the card pool, and now the golden AK could keep it company.
Warren tossed both cards aside and prepared to spend money.
"Sebastian?"
"Young Master Warren."
Sebastian, the butler older than Old Worthington, appeared and awaited instructions.
"I want to buy a collectible gold brick issued by a bank, around 1000g. Use my pocket money," Warren handed over his card with the password written on it, "That will do."
"Yes, Young Master." Sebastian accepted it with both hands and asked, "Anything else, Young Master?"
"I want to learn shooting. Arrange it for me. That's all for now," Warren replied.
"Very well, Young Master."
Having a butler was quite convenient, especially now that their attitude had suddenly improved. It was probably because they noticed Warren's straightened posture and the fact that the "antidote" from Worthington Pharmaceuticals had become the hottest topic.
He was no longer a mutant.
Sebastian quickly took care of the arrangements, setting up a shooting club and hiring a coach for Warren.
The gold brick was also bought and brought back. Warren simply discarded the certificate and packaging, tossing them into the trash. He held the heavy gold brick in his hands, and a prompt appeared asking whether he wanted to recharge "10 gold coins."
The recharge amount could be adjusted here, with a maximum of 10 and a minimum of 1.
"Recharge 10 gold coins."
Here we go, time for a ten-draw!
"Ten-draw!"
The lights of various colors flashed during the draw, and one by one, white common cards flew out.
[White Common]
[White Common]
[White Common]
[White Common]
...
Nine white common cards in a row. Warren couldn't help but suspect that there was some kind of trick to the system.
Or maybe I forgot to wash my hands?
Finally, on the tenth draw, there was a deviation from the white common cards.
"Thank goodness."
[Purple Common]
As expected, the tenth card was not a white common.
It was a guaranteed draw, a [Blue Common].
"What the heck is this?"
Among the nine white common cards, the difference between the white common [AWP] and trash was not that significant.
[Pleasure Combo]: The classic combination of hamburger, fries, and cola.
[First Aid Kit]: Equipped with gauze and bandages, can handle bleeding situations.
...
The previous few were useless, things that could be bought in the real world.
Of course, grenades might not be readily available, but they could still be purchased.
Only the last three cards had a bit of uniqueness.
[Green Wolf Fur Cloak]: A cloak made of green wolf fur, providing excellent insulation.
A green wolf? There didn't seem to be such a wolf on Earth. It was a treasure worth collecting.
[Basic Mechanics]: A one-time card that allows you to become proficient in the field of mechanics.
[Elven Silver Earrings]: A delicate and beautiful accessory, extremely appealing to women.
"Let's summarize: everything except Basic Mechanics is useless."
The gold common [Master of Chaos] from before truly deserved its status, as it was much more powerful compared to these white common cards.
The nine white common cards, the purple common card, and the blue common card slightly elevated the quality of this ten-draw.
At the same time, Warren also learned how the system judged the levels of skills.
White Common: Entry-level.
Blue Common: Proficient.
Purple Common: Master.
Gold Common: Mastery in multiple disciplines.
"Just to be safe, I better lie down on the bed before using them."
Having experienced sleeping on the floor after using a card, this time Warren lay on the bed before using the three cards.
After using them, he fell asleep, only to wake up the next morning.
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